Poke - from Tiny Changes: A Celebration of Frightened Rabbit's 'The Midnight Organ Fight'

Poke at my iris
Why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know, that I don't
We adopt a brand new language
Communicate through pursed lips
And you try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces
I might never catch a mouse
And present it in my mouth
To make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you
But there's one thing we've got going
And it's the only thing worth knowing
And it's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon
Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
And we can mourn it's passing and then bury it in snow
Or should we kick it's cunt in?
Watch as it dies from bleeding?
If you don't want to be with me, just say and I will go

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

We can change our partners, this is a progressive dance, but
Remember, it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor
Well, this has been a reel
I've got shin-splints and a stitch from we
But like a drunken night, it's the best bits that are colored in
You should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those
If someone took a picture of us now, they'd need to be told
That we'd ever clung and tied a navy knot with arms at night
I'd say, she was his sister, but she doesn't have his nose
And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated
But I hate it when I feel like this, and I never hated you

Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you

Never hated you
I never hated you